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The Tattoo

--- Making a Permanent Impression Since 1994 ---

October 12, 1998

Life Under Construction

-- Fourth of a Series --

Wed., Sept. 23, 1998
Having your school remodeled has its ups and
downs, but mostly it's just a pain.

Some kids don't mind it because it gives them an
excuse to be a couple minutes late to class.
Other times, I guess you could say that it's
good to have one of those all too frequent bangs
shock  you to attention when you're drifting off
during a boring lecture.

Personally, I can't say either way, because I'm
only a freshman and I haven't experienced
Central as a construction-free school, and it
looks like I won't be seeing it for awhile. Then
again, I don't appreciate starting my high
school experience like this in the first place.
It's kind of hard to concentrate on what you're
doing when the noises above your head are so
loud that you think the ceiling is going to fall
on your head any minute, or better yet, when the
noises make it sound like you're being shot from
the next room.

The thing that bothers me most, though, is that
as a freshman by the time I get used to my
classes, it's time to move somewhere new. Even
worse, since all the rooms are already filled,
my classes are going to probably end up being in
the auditorium of the cafeteria.

So, while by now I'm pretty much used to it,
life under construction isn't the greatest thing
in the world, but in its defense I know
eventually it will make our school even better,
and it's not the worst thing in the world
either. We can all take an extra minute or two
to get to class. So, as you're taking that
detour towards your next class, just think to
yourself how nice the hallways of our schools
will look once there aren't any construction
workers and debris everywhere.
-- Suzanne Gregorczyk, freshman, Bristol Central
High School

Wed., Sept. 23, 1998
Sitting in study hall, I'm trying to do my
creative writing homework. In front of me sits a
clean white sheet of paper, with the words
"Where were you last night?"

Ready for my next line, and a good idea strikes.
With my pen on the paper, the sound of saws and
hammers then slam into my ears from down the
hall.

"Last night I was right in the middle of a war
zone."

With the construction work going on, I can't
even get my homework done.

Every time I got a great idea the construction
scrambled my wits about me, so I lost the idea. 
So I slammed my notebook shut and spent the rest
of the period trying to do my chemistry work.
-- Leslie Marshall, junior, Bristol Eastern


Thursday, Sept. 24, 1998
Driver's Ed. I was confirming in No.2 pencil
that one should always come to a complete stop
before turning right on red. "TRY TO REMEMBER
WHAT YOU'VE LEARNED ABOUT 'K-TURNS'!" yelled the
teacher over a symphony of hammers, nails, and
god knows just what else. "WHAT?!" We wailed
back.

I had decided to kill them all, one by one, when
suddenly it stopped. All of it. Silence. Through
the wide gap just below the ceiling on the back
wall, there came two voices:

"Hey, you know we went to Red Lobster last
night?"

"No...what'dja have?"

"Chicken."

"Chicken?"

"Yeah, chicken."

"OK."

"What? What's wrong with chicken?"

"Nothing. There's nothing wrong with chicken. I
didn't say nothing."

"No, you didn't SAY nothing, but...."

We all put down our pencils, looked around us,
laughed because we thought that we might cry.
-- Joe Wilbur, junior, Bristol Eastern

Thursday, Sept. 24, 1998
While sitting in Mr. McMahon's English class, I
was fully enraptured by the lecture he was
giving us and actively taking notes (being the
wonderful student that I am). When I looked down
at my paper and prepared to take notes, I
noticed a few little  white specks of something
on decorating my desk. After poking the
suspicious substance a few times to be sure it
wouldn't spontaneously jump up and bite me, I
shrugged and flicked it off my desk.
A short time later, one of those familiar loud
bangs that you hear coming from down the hall
echoed throughout the classroom, disturbing the
attentive students trying to concentrate on
their English assignment. Rather amused and
slightly annoyed, I looked up at the ceiling,
the general direction that the noise seemed to
be coming from. 
Just my luck. As I lifted my face up to the
ceiling, a shower of little white flecks rained
down like snowflakes onto my face and desk.
Great. The ceiling was falling on my head, and
the rest of the day I got the honor of walking
around looking as if I had a severe case of
dandruff, all thanks to the lovely renovations.
--- Jen Rajotte, freshman, Bristol Eastern


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